I got an email from my son’s school: Your son was not present at roll call this morning at 9 a.m. Shit. Again. This had already happened about a month ago, twice in one week, we’d grilled him about it, but he wouldn’t tell us anything and we had no idea where he’d been orContinue reading “Fiction: A Day Off – A Short Story from Madrid”
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Fiction: The Man On the Steps – A Short Story from Madrid
On the steps up into the Retiro park, on the corner of the Glorieta de Mariano de Cavia, there was a man who sold secondhand books. Four short flights, the steps wound up under low hanging branches, that gave the entrance a tropical feel in summer, and the bookseller would sit half way up theContinue reading “Fiction: The Man On the Steps – A Short Story from Madrid”
Notes from Ben 